"Yes, and no, I fear. Sort of the reason why I'm here."
Whilst saying this the man stopped swinging on the chair. He then continued
"You see I'm one of those nameless many floating around. Abandoned at random in a box at a station . . . somewhere, not that it matters where, the only legible thing on the lable on that box was . . . 'Color: Matt Black'. Now, aside from anything else, one thing a Reaver gets is a name. So, as a happy bonus, should I be useful enough to be accepted, I'll finally have one to call my own."
He looked at the standing figure and the empty chair tucked into the table in front of him. Then the chair was moved out with the man standing at it's back. Only thing is, for the very observant, no events seemed to occur between one moment and the other. The man was seated, the empty chair tucked into the table. The man was behind the chair, now untucked.
"Please forgive me" motioning at the drawn chair "I should listen and answer at your bidding. Sit, and I shall do so."
